Dwight v. My Dad

So, my dad and Dwight nearly got into fisticuffs this morning. Those of you who know my father will no doubt be surprised at this, so I must explain. First, you should know that I got another flat tire on Saturday night, just as we were about to drive home from the Tri-Cities. It was completely my fault, as I thought I could make a U-turn rather than a 3-point turn and the curb totally kicked my tire's trash. So we got to drive home at speeds of no more than 50 mph and I needed to get the tire replaced today. My father gallantly offered to take it to Les Schwab this morning and meet me at work to get his truck. So he was waiting in the parking lot, near Dwight's car, until I got there. Dwight came out, told him to get away from his car and didn't give my dad a chance to explain he was waiting for me until my father told him to stop being belligerant and interrupting. In Dwight's defense, we get a lot of homeless and/or drunk guys wandering through on their way to the tobacco/liquor store next door AND we even had one walk in our back door before. However, my father, standing there with his briefcase, looks nothing like the homeless and/or drunk guys who wander buy. Needless to say, Dwight was fairly apologetic to me and quite nice for the rest of the day. My dad said "I don't usually get upset, but the first words out of his mouth just made me so mad." Which sums up pretty much EVERYONE's first reaction to Dwight. And neither of them found the situation as amusing as I did. I'm sure they will laugh about it someday. Just not together.